What do you do with people
who speak the language of madmen
and yet remain sane
between the two worlds
and how do you hold a hand
of someone who burns the pain
of the ground they step on
without getting burned yourself
The more they see
the less they speak
the more they know
the weaker they seem
the most important things
don't become poems
they don't get answers
they burn between two worlds.
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| The White tree of Gondor, LOTR |
